Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo once a pimp threats
That's right, the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so
And I, nigga I'll ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug nigga

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 times fucking with me
I done you niggas
9 albums, stop with me
I done you niggas
The 9 on me, stop with me
You niggas must got 9
9th

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of from ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it you a song
I let it hum to ya, the one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't two lips
To blow like a trumpet you dumb shit
is a unusual musical I conducting
You at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you ryling me up
For three years, they had me out of a cup
Now they to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still hatred
I'm young black and so they want to strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-why
But catch me the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these
I put the wolves on ya, I put a on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you starting to look like
I send them at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, you heard what I said

I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the
Put smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin me
R.I.P.

That's right there nigga, nigga I'm
Nigga I keep bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a out
This sincere, this some sincere right here!

Grown man I put on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was fronting, I Bush the button
of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil it
Your boy got the goods don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your face or the change all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me it
In your upper level, valet a strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealing
They call me Chris, nigga I been threats
I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know
Because four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to yo' God
It's a match made in heaven I 'splay the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you heard, got the word that I'm
I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci a grin
I kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
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